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Media has been influencing our nation in all its endeavors for a long time, right from the time when it was introduced. It all started with radio (AIR) many decades ago. It watered the minds of those educated, for it made them to realize the need of the hour and gave them all possible information regarding war or any emergency issues. From radio Media developed into Television and started broadcasting live programmes and national issues. Today you can watch all programmes live by just sitting at your seat and by using your remote control. There is still a total development in this that it leads to the identification of those talented that happens in many of our television programmes nowadays. Though man has very less time as leisure, he still admits himself to entertainment everyday. Every national occurance is broadcasted live and it still instills into our young minds some aspect of our nation and instills good will into their hearts. Apart from this we cannot disagree with the wrong

A day to remember regarding our journey in this land. A land full of flowers of new dews to be embedded with more of forgotten histories.The day when we really think why we were born in such a place.Though the stories said by our grandmas please us , it is the age and place that determines our roles.It still makes us to think about our national leaders and their path and their deeds.We are sure to live our life in this land with our bright torches but still what instills in our minds is the imitation of good deeds among us.We are really filled with more of national pride but we still bound to work for the great souls. Their words , their actions and their creations which still make us powerful traditionally and culturally.A vacant place still in our houses on the top is perhaps the place for our role and it's stardom.A still said song, which unites in everybodies mind in the same way. Vande Matharam!

I sat near the windows and started staring at the road through my windows. I saw the sight of two crows sitting in different branches crawling for food.There was also a clay pot filled with water and a plate of food kept at the compound wall near the house of the militant.It happens in everyday life for us to remember many things. But this militant always keep an eye on the stray dogs and poor cats and birds and tries to feed them with his.I was also thrown light by him to feed the birds and animals in his locality which are inferior to us. Do we all remember this? We become near to God if we help them.

There he came near me and asked for alms.But i fled away.He tried to chase me with open arms.I fled from the scene. This is what generally happens when we walk on the roads. We generally don't pave way for his life.But i don't know about his future. What happens when i give him some coins. Happy is his face and he is satisfied for the moment. He forgets it once and for all.Next time i return back, he still asks alms to me. Even if i say that i had already given him, he does not understand it. He just puts a new face. Are we still facing this scene nearly everyday in all our walks. He does not know the destination or the start of his pityness. I get more to scold him.What will be his fate? will he live throughout like this . This is the indication of the people's mind.The society and our nation.One day he could also become a bug to our nation.For what is his path, he might not know our country.He might fall a prey or be a killer to put more of him into his generation.Is it

It was two years back that I went to that place.It was a small village in the middle of cotton fields.The people there were relying on a town at about 3 miles away.Their everyday job is to remove the seeds in the cotton bunches and to spin the cotton to sell it at the weekend fairs.I stayed for about 5 days in this place at that time .There is a small story to tell about that village. There was a small statue in the middle of the schoolground.It was kept exactly at about 20 years ago by a poor freedom fighter.He had kept the statue of a women who had died in the freedom struggle.But all the village heads did not accept this and tried to demolish it.There was also a postmaster who had tried to safe guard it and prevented any intruders into the school. It was thus handed down to the teachers each year and they built four walls surrounding it and converted it into a school stage.Thus the lion lady who lost her life in the freedom struggle became the first person in the minds of small poor

I began to go back some years before when i was a child holding my arms with my grandma.I used to admire the whole world under her arms.The safety i felt was like branches which were held under the giant banyan tree.Every occation whether it was a village fair or a social union, i used to accompany her.I used to talk to my brother many things . Many things used to carry our tears to our grandma's.She lived and let liked by others especially the younger ones.Even nowadays when there occurs a friend's meet or family occations there will be long stories told which still carried us long back. Everyday goes like a lightening but the past which still lingers around us and the sweet feelings which made us still watered our life.

It was 6.00am in the morning. I opened the door to see the outside world. It was breezy.Everywhere it was surrounded by mist.I cannot go out. I sat in my stool in the veranda.I was trying to look through the window pane to find the sun. I tried to catch a glimpse of the sun on the top beside the coconut leaves.There was a orange light of the sun that hit my face.Suddenly I was forced to get away from the scene.I just took my sandals out of the shelf and tried to walk through the small pathway along the road.I saw small butterflies trying to catch the flowers and rest while flying.There was fresh dew drops in all the leaves in the pathway.It was nice to see the day with the new sun. Everyday i used to think the sun changed it's dress and it shined more.Each day nature shows it's own nightmares.It all coloured the dark and made the dawn. Everyday i returned from my morning walk i used to watch the birds and their nests.It was the same day for all the breadwinners.I counted the nu

I remember writing about nature in February four lines or some things which seemed quire satisfying to me. It was not so hot in that month but the scene changed. Summer began to scorch all. People all around complain about this summer very much. They say that it is like living in a desert. I was teeming with spirit to enjoy when the holiday started.But all in vain. And now I sit at home like a mouse in a small hole , timepassing or facing the hot sun through my window.Sometimes i used to think about the poor who live by the roads.No fresh water or fresh fruits that savour the tongue and the throat.Living in rags and dust and still yearning for alms.Might be they would die of thirst this time.Even I used to feed the poor to a certain extent.But now I pray god for some change in their lives.The rich often consider the poor but I pity the poor who always depend upon the rich though some are mean.Thus my summer would end by the four walls this time.